When I turned 30 last year, I cannot tell you how many people told me, "Oh come on ... 30 is YOUNG!" I am here to tell you - it's not. I swear to god, in the last year, my body got old. Case in point:
One day I looked in the mirror and despite a decent-night's sleep, I had dark circles under my eye. Until that day, I had never visited the eye cream section of my local drugstore. After looking through the seemingly endless choices, I settled on one and now faithfully apply it each night before bed.
I live in a two-story townhouse. In the mornings, when walking downstairs, I look like someone's grandma. My joints take a good 20 minutes to losen up and until then, me walking is not a good idea.
Two weekends ago my sister Lindsay and I helped move my grandmother from her house into a retirement community apartment. The next day, as the words, "Oh my god, my back hurts!" flew out of my mouth, I cringed. I sound just like my dad, or my elderly friend Adam. Like what the hell??? My back hurts now!
I fall asleep with the tv on, or in the middle of a movie. I am now my mother. Enough said.
On the drive home from work, I often can't handle listening to music. It's almost too much after a day spent listening to people in the office. So I turn on talk radio ... which I hated as a kid! My dad would turn it on during our drives home from Carmel and Marin and my sisters and I would protest by playing with our pocket Simon until my dad yelled at us.
I can't recover from a hangover like I used to. If I am going to drink, I have to make sure the entire next day is free and clear so that I can lay in bed cursing god for making me drink.
I am taking a cake decorating class - and I don't care that I am by far the youngest person there, minus the 15 year old there with her mom. My 20-year old self wouldn't have been caught dead at Joann's Etc on a Wednesday night.
I listen to KIIS-FM and have to ask my younger roommates who is singing the song we're listening to. And then when they reply, I still have no idea who they are talking about.
My girlfriends and I come home for the evening, and as we are driving home yawning, everyone else is just leaving their house, ready to begin the night.
So let's just be honest with each other ... I'm old!
2 comments:
I came upon this entry by chance after a search on aging, and I know exactly how you feel!
I also found this blog by accident. You are in with all the wine blogs. But as far as the post: You are only "thirtysomething" for about 8-9 years and it's a good time of life because you are old enough to know better but young enough to still act cool and look good when you need to. Try to enjoy it. Even with the aging trade-offs.
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